Five Ways Postcrossing Makes Me A Better Person
I'm a postcrosser and proud of it I joined postcrossing in 2012 where I am known as werewegian and since then I've sent over 13500 postcards to people all over the globe and received a similar number back. It's a great hobby that is ideal for a serial collector like me: postcards and stamps arrive almost every day. But I've found it's not just about collecting. There are subtle things about the postcrossing experience that help me grow to be a better person.
I Fell Out of a Tree
When I was 10 years old, I fell out of a tree. Perhaps not my finest moment. I remember feeling the sudden pull of gravity. Now, gravity was an old friend of mine. We had a mutual understanding until this point. Today it was the day I finally learned who’s the boss.
18 Memorable Kung Fu Panda Sayings To Live By
As a kid I honored Po as a Kung Fu genius. It was my first time seeing an unusual Panda perform elite Kung Fu techniques while eating dumplings at the same time. Being born in the year 2000 I remember being 8 when the first Kung Fu Panda movie was released. The movie was a hit. I couldn’t help but to think to myself “How can such a chubby panda be so athletic?” ... “He eats, a lot, but he’s superior?” ..”I love it.” And he’s what the new generation would call a “G.O.A.T” greatest of all time. This is something I can fairly agree on.
Minimal Clutter for Maximum Life
Renovating the school bus into a nomadic home for five has been a tremendous amount of work, not to mention the fact that we have been creating our new humble abode essentially from scratch. It seems like there has been an endless amount of tearing, ripping, pasting, painting, and building these past several weeks. Living in this state of limbo is enough to make a person go crazy, but the reminder that we are designing and constructing our home precisely the way we want puts the wind back in my sails. At least, until I go a little bit crazy again. But hey, I am only human!
An Open Letter To the Kids Who Raised Themselves
I’d been lying to my therapist for a while, and it was a stupid thing to do. Why on earth would you think it makes sense to lie to someone you’re paying to listen to you. She was a great therapist, and I wanted so desperately to open up about everything. But, it’s hard. And I’d never had the practice.
How one Notion template improved my productivity.
Over the last few months of using Notion, I have come across a handful of great templates created by other users, that have helped save me a great deal of time in having to build one from scratch.
I Lived Out Of A Suitcase For Over A Year
I always believed that the secret to a beautiful life was partially embedded in having more stuff. You've heard it as well. Get a well-paying job and career. Buy the white picket fence and slide a couple, or three, nice cars right in. Preferably the kind made in Germany and that warm your butt on cold days.
Dancing Through The Darkness
I always knew that when I grew up, I wanted to be a Prima ballerina. According to my mother the moment I learned to walk was the moment I learned to dance. It wasn’t long after that, that I was performing pirouettes and arabesques throughout our living room.
100 inspirational Best Quotes On Regretting
Inspirational Quotes About Regretting Here are few regret quotes to inspire you. 1. “There are two kinds of guilt: the kind that drowns you until you’re useless, and the kind that fires your soul to purpose.”
Every Part of a Story is Important. But nothing is as Captivating as the Opening Scene. Do you have a favorite book or novel you just cannot get enough of? It does not matter how many times you have read it; each time you want to read it the vibe just hits you differently. Your fingers start to tremble, and heart begins to beat a little faster. The excitement overtakes your body, and you become a kid in a candy store. The tranquility of inner peace and harmony awaits your soul as you position yourself to divulge in your all-time favorite classic. That feeling is unexplainable yet very enjoyable. For me, the moment is like an outer body experience. You are physically present, yet unconsciously unaware of your surroundings. It is like, that joy of waking up by the seaside and watching the water waves slowly hit the rocks/sand. My adrenaline instantly kicks in just from seeing the view of a shoreline. The clear blue water on a bright sunny day is to die for. Like a Folgers breeze in the midst of sunrise, I inhale deeply enough to absorb the aroma. I instantly begin to imagine taking a long walk along this seashore. As the water drifts away and the sand touches the sole and or palm of my feet, my hair swiftly whisks away from the back of my earlobes. As the bird chirms hits the sun ray, a prolific sound is created, that resembling of a wind chime. I slowly close my eyes just to soak it all in and bask in the moment. As the taste of the ocean breeze simmers in, I deeply exhale enough to release any tensions or toxins from within. The taste of mid summers eve come to mind, as my body begins to tremble and shiver from the fresh breeze. The air gives way, as my hair slithers gently off your shoulders and begins to be fully wind-blown. The world seems to be at a standstill as the cool breeze whisks me away into lala-Land. I cannot help but notice that the sand is in fact hot, being that it is in fact summertime. My mind is at ease, my body is relaxed, and my heart begins to tremble at the touch of a ray of sunlight. The waves continuously push the ocean water along the shoreline and the feeling is bitter-sweet. In juxtaposition, the water-waves pushes slightly enough to touch the palm of your feet then withers away drastically. Nevertheless, I manage to escape the heat waves as the clouds gradually begins to clear and the sun is now positioned mid-center of the sky.
I Have An Issue Asking For Help & Here Is Why
I HATE ASKING FOR OR NEEDING HELP! Like, for real! If I were out in the middle of an ocean and there was a liferaft full of people reaching out to save me 5 feet in front of me and an island 500 ft away from me — I’d probably swim to the island then reach out to them to SAVE ME.
Patience is For Suckers and Fools
Who hasn’t heard the long cliched aphorisms that “patience is a virtue” and “good things come to those who wait.” The (supposed) fact that patience is a virtue, a good thing, something to be cultivated, and strived for is one of the few things that both eastern and western religious traditions agree on. That should be a warning sign in and of itself. Anything so obviously agreed upon without hesitation by religions as diverse as Christianity and Judaism to Buddhism and Islam suggests the highest skepticism is in order. That said, at one time I happen to think the major religions, and just about everybody else, was correct in their position on the general goodness of patience. However, that time has passed and patience today has evolved into an escape hatch for the lazy, a way to avoid doing anything, and an easy excuse for absolving oneself and everyone else of any responsibility for the way things are. Let me be the first to say it, what was once a virtue is now a vice. And rather than a lack of patience I contend that we have become too patient as a society. We have become complacent, always thinking that someone else will fix our problems if we just wait long enough. Someone or something, other than ourselves of course, will come and rescue us. If we only wait a little bit longer, have a little more patience.
Planning Fallacy – Why You Miss Deadlines All The Time?
Have you expected to end a task quickly but it took you much longer? It happens very often. The time you would like to finish employment seems above what you anticipated.
Finding My (Writing) Voice
When I was younger, I always dreamed of being a writer. Maybe that was because I had spent my childhood with my nose buried in books, but that dream shifted and adapted as I grew older. Who knew that my love of film would shape my writing ambitions? Definitely not me.
Emotional Roller Coaster
What do you do when your drunken by your own despair? When loneliness has taken you so far under that drowning in your own sorrow becomes your solitude. What can you do when your running blood seems to be your only peace. Your own personal war cry to fight in a whirlpool of shame. Who can you listen to when your inner voice has become your slayer of hope, and your voice of reason is now your voice of doubt. Your tears, Your screams. All ment to shout, help!
Why Being Insecure Helped Me Be Confident
--- I heard this saying a couple of years ago " confidence isn't, they'll like me. confidence is I'm fine if they don't." That. Is. Power. "I'll be fine if they don't." As a recovering people pleaser, this left me starry-eyed and gave me an epiphany that the world doesn't end if you aren't able to please someone. I remember in my p.e class in ninth grade if the girls didn't like you, suddenly you were supposed to stop existing just because you didn't fit in their idea as being "acceptable." Well, I sigh for, ever falling into that trap and giving them my power. It was eye-opening to see years later that they themselves had that same fear that tried so hard to project onto me.
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